My five-and-a-half-year old kindergarten-bound son is going C-R-A-Z-Y for the Olympics.
Like any parent of a child this age, I first thought it was because watching the Olympic games meant he could stay up past his usual bedtime. But when I questioned him he pleaded, “No Mom, I’m really interested in this”. And when he asked to watch women’s cycling over Sponge Bob Square Pants on Saturday morning, I knew something about the Olympics had really taken hold. Continue reading